[Intro: singer]

Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine



[Chorus: Trife Da God (singer)]

It wouldn't be a problem, if I did the crime

I would be a man about it, and just serve my time, but

(Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine)

I hear all these muthafuckas out here on the grind

The cops picked me for the hurt, and chose me out of the line, I said

(Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine)



[Trife Da God]

Officer of the law, why you touching me for?

Checking the crack of my ass, and looking under my balls

Strip searching, touching my person, dropping my drawers

And to top it all off, I ain't got nothing at all

I'm a hard working tax payer, for that nature

Do forty hours a week, slaving for that paper

I'm try'nna make an honest living, it's not much

And you hide behind ya gun and badge, thinking you tough

Look at him starting, the boys in the blue, peep the sergeant

Saying "Let's take him anyway, run his name for warrants"

I'm a U.S. citizen, stop treating me like a foreign

My whip's legit, get off my dick, insurance plus registration

We under surveillance, feds investigating

Assuming I'm wrong doing with false accusations

They discriminating cuz off my races

Central bookings, they was scared to look me dead in my face

Now you telling me, I'm being charged with a felony

Possesion with intent to sale, three days I spent jail

Them drugs ain't mine, your honor, and I ain't copping out of shit

Not even one bag of marijuana



[Chorus]



[Trife Da God]

Now I'm sitting up in court, contemplating my thoughts

In a cell, with thirty inmates blowing Newports

And I'm awaiting to be arraigned, these niggaz doing the same

Nodded off in a corner, the bailiff calling my name

In front of judge, looking filthy

Asking my lawyer how I plead, I plead not guilty

He set bail, momma love on the edge of her seat, biting her nails

Stressed out, the look on her face was mighty pale

Her son's going to jail, a black innocent male

No justice, but these kids say justice prevails

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, the God's face

Truly explains the pain and the heartaches

It's too much to partake, but I'm still fighting

Still got my hand up, even though it seem frighting

It's a fucked up system, niggaz, please listen

The old tradition plants in this country, it needs fixing



[Chorus]



[Hook x2: singer]

Mr. Officer, please understand

Them drugs ain't mine, you got the wrong man

So quick to put those cuffs on my hands

Take my freedom, disrupting my plans